Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.
(Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure—the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse—yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient—a little space—know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)
|—||Walt Whitman, Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd (via myimaginarybrooklyn)|
(I don’t see how my excuse can be your problem.)
The most recent Softer World may or may not be a reference to The Wind Blows Backward by Mary Downing Hahn, which was probably one of my favorite books in early middle school. I think I gave it away when I got back from college and overhauled my book shelves. Shame on me. I didn’t remember the title or author right away but it’s the second hit if you google “ya book motorcycle accident,” which is wigging with my brain since I’ve been reading Peter Morville’s Ambient Findability all day. Also, TWBB is the book that first got me into Walt Whitman… if I recall correctly.